Jiang Ding came out and received a cheer of welcome.

"Yes, you kid!"

Sun Xiao and other male classmates gathered around him and patted him on the shoulder: "Get back a game for us." ”

"The top ten are stable."

"It's okay, we're not good at this kind of solo play, it's enough to have a top ten, and we'll make them cry when we take the actual combat exam."

Someone comforted.

"yes, okay."

Jiang Ding couldn't cry or laugh, our class is too good, and he is very vulnerable, and if he loses next, he will jump off the building.

"Phew! How dare you think about it! ”

The people on the other side of the seventh middle school scoffed.

"We have Li Tie, who is at the eighth level of Qi training, who wants to beat us violently, wants to eat fart, and the top ten of your internal qi realm may not be enough, just a turtle with a shrunken head!"

"Hehe, hard mouth, who does the blind man say is the shrunken turtle?"

The two sides began to scold each other again, defending the collective honor of No. 1 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School, including many students who practiced Qi Realm.

There is no image to speak of.

Not far away, the small realm of Canghai who was waiting for the battle looked at the monks of the Cloud Sect, full of confusion.

Isn't it just a competition between some mortals in the rivers and lakes?

Why take it so seriously.

In addition, the spells of the Xianmen are terrifying, and there can be almost infinite death talismans in the secret realm, unlike them, who are as humble as ants, rotten lives, and die when they die.

Of course, no one felt unfair.

Just as they looked at those humble cultivators in the small realm of the sea, the Immortal Sect monks could naturally take their lives in a joke, just because of a trial.

It is normal for the strong people in the immortal cultivation world to be respected.

The progress of the exam continued to advance, and soon, the cold weapon battle in the internal qi realm of No. 1 Middle School was almost wiped out, and it was lined up to fifteen outside.

Sun Xiao sighed: "If it is in some small world of 'martial arts as respect', one of us will hit the street, and we really can't beat those hairs in the seventh middle school." ”

"You're still on the streets, I'm not a human being."

Li Junhao cried and mourned, and finally recovered, and after the first battle, he directly admitted defeat.

"Haha!"

Everyone around laughed, but there was not much frustration.

After all, the Xianmen is respected by the results of the realm and culture classes, although they can't beat the people in the seventh middle school, but the score is only five to ten points, and other places can easily make up for it.

After all, the score that can be obtained in the entire cold weapon exam is only twenty-five points.

In the future, not only will there be no disadvantage in joining the army, finding a job, etc., but it will have more advantages than those with the same score in the seventh middle school, and it will be easier to get a high-paying job.

"Please 1246215 the exam, Jiang Ding entered the exam room."

"Candidates are invited to ......"

The people who were still chatting and farting looked at the last remaining single seedling in the sky, the other exams have ended, and the next battle is the top 16, the winner can advance to the top eight, and there are many people behind the score.

Jiang Ding pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and opened his eyes.

On the ground covered with yellow sand, there is a tornado tens of meters high in the distance, which will be rolled up if you don't pay attention to it, and the visibility is very high, and the feet are pitted on the ground.

"Good! Here's the luck! ”

A short candidate from No. 7 Middle School had learned the lessons of Wu Jinqian, strictly guarded against it, and did not do anything that wasted his internal strength, but he didn't want to randomly go to the barren sand landscape where it was difficult to hide his traces.

Overjoyed, he didn't think about it, so he picked up a thick knife and pounced on it.

"It's broken!"

Sun Xiao slapped his thigh: "How did you get this terrain, the small breathing technique can't be effective." ”

Others are also very sorry.

"Well, it's okay, there will be a repechage after that, competing for nine to sixteen places, and the top ten is still possible."

"Not so lucky......"

"Wait!"

Li Junhao was a little puzzled, raised his hand and said: "Jiang Ding often beats you up in terms of cold weapons, and he didn't learn the small breathing technique at that time, why can't he do it this time?" ”

Sun Xiao, Li Hu and others were quiet.

Sonor!

Jiang Ding didn't dodge, drew his sword, and a regular half-arc flashed.

The tip of the sword fell on the side of the broadsword, and the highly condensed sword light pierced through the layers of thick sword qi, reaching the body of the sword, and the dazzling sparks bloomed.

Although the internal force is weak, it has achieved the elimination of several internal forces with one internal force!

Where the tip of the sword came into contact with the body of the sword, a huge internal force that weakened the small half poured in from the tip of the sword with a surging momentum, and before it could enter the opponent's meridians, it was weakened layer by layer until it disappeared.

Even if you practice the same kind of exercise and go down to a small realm, you can still not fall behind in the slightest when you face each other!

The face of the short candidate of the seventh middle school changed slightly, and before he could change his moves, a sword light stabbed quickly, and the target was his throat, as fast as lightning, and in a hurry, he hurriedly retracted his knife and defended against the tip of the sword.

Under the hasty change of moves, the huge True Qi network in the body could not be fully mobilized for a while, and it was broken through by Jiang Ding's True Qi concentration in the contact, but it formed a local military advantage in a certain sense.

"Go away!"

The short candidate couldn't do it, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood, and he split it with a knife, and the knife was bright and stabbing, so he quickly retreated, wanting to get a breath of time.

Jiang Ding stabbed out with a sword again, obviously not as fast as the other party, but he came first, broke through the sword qi, and went straight into the opponent's arms, so that he could only mobilize part of the internal qi to defend in a more hurry, and the situation worsened.

One sword, two swords......

Every time the sword falls, it is precisely stuck at the moment when the short candidate's sword is about to be slashed, and he can't use all his strength, and the knife becomes weaker and weaker, even if he roars and roars, it won't help.

This is a huge gap in swordsmanship!

The third sword, which was slow enough to a certain extent, could no longer be blocked, and was pierced into the throat by the tip of the sword, and the sword qi poured into it, shattering all the organs.

The short candidate's movements were stiff, his angry pupils and eyes were dim, and his body fell limply.

Jiang Ding drew his long sword, shook off the blood, and put it back into its sheath.

The outside world was silent.

“…… You're right. ”

Sun Xiao said to Li Junhao: "I saw myself in the cultivation class from the eyes of that guy in the seventh middle school. ”

"Dacheng-level swordsmanship!"

Compared with them, the warriors of the seventh middle school are much more knowledgeable, staring at the slowly disappearing figure in the picture.

Being able to attack strong with weakness, this is definitely a Dacheng swordsmanship at the level of "Eagle Takeoff", no, this is not a weak attack on the strong, but a strong attack on the weak, and the level of the internal qi realm does not always completely determine the strength or weakness.

"It's more than that."

Jiang Jinxian's face was solemn: "There are too many traces of the Eagle Take-off Duel between moves, and I suspect that his exercises have also been completed." ”

The people around were shocked.

The former represents the technique, but the Dacheng of "Eagle Takeoff" is the Tao, which means that the opponent's cultivation speed will be very fast, and now he can still fight back and forth with the advantage of internal force, and he will not even have this opportunity in the near future!

The person with the best martial arts talent among the seven of them is only worthy of achieving a small level of success in the exercises.

"Don't worry, his qualifications are very poor, even if he goes through the Great Success Method Amplification, his cultivation speed will not be too fast."

Jiang approached the immortal road, and a strong battle intent rose in his heart.

Inside the proctoring room.

"It's a pity."

Jin Dazheng said regretfully: "With such an excellent martial arts talent, he should apply for our seventh middle school, so that his strength today is definitely more than that." ”

"You know what?"

Zhang Dingjun scoffed: "In addition to talent, Dacheng-level exercises require profound immortal Dao knowledge as a foundation to be stimulated, are the teachers of your seventh middle school cultural class enough?" ”

"Blindly ruthless and brave, after rapid improvement in strength for a while, the follow-up will become more and more weak."

Kim Dae-jong was silent.